I have to get out of here. I wanted to leave half an hour ago and I'm only just starting. I'm going to Philadelphia, so I needs must get my ass to work early.

The show closed last night, thank heavens, as I was getting monumentally bored with it. My mind wandered enough during the first show that I occasionally would have these "Uh...uh...uh..." moments in the middle of a speech, and for Women of the Wild West, where I play a person from Massachusetts, I opened my mouth and said, "Mah name's Mary," before stopping, shocked, and fixing my accent.

I could do Women again, but Thingy Thingy Death and Thing in One Act, or whatever the show was called, I am so over that I am thrilled to think that I won't have to do it again. I think the problem was having a whole month of rehearsal--I'm so used to short rehearsal periods that anything more of a normal length leaves me sick to death of the thing practically before we start!

A three show run should be short enough not to bore me silly, but it isn't.

And then I got home just in time to catch the last quarter of the Jazz game which just made me want to fall on my sword. The Mavericks were only ahead for 23 seconds of the game, but those 23 seconds included the last 9, and that's what counts. It just broke my heart. Cynthia and I both sat there looking like we had been punched in the face.

All I can do is cheer really hard for the Spurs that they kill those motherfuckers in the next round. And say wait till next year. But my God, I still don't see how it happened.

Lenten entries missed:

Clearly, not reading Dawn for six weeks is the way to go, since there were four whole entries! You could have knocked me over with a feather! She caught up, turned into Scary Neurotic Girl, was visited by Phoenix, who did a guest entry.

She's going back to Italy today, and I scarily threatened her that I wanted to see entries on Monday! We'll see if it works.

Today's horoscope:
You give too much to those you care for. Your need to be needed can be a great asset to those you love, but don't martyr yourself.

One year ago today:
It really does seem that against my will, I have become a Jazz fan, but that game was one to try one's soul.

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